I tell ya, sometimes I’m going along and I’m stopped in my tracks.  A small pet peeve rears its head.  Something like a cereal-crusted bowl next to the sink instead of soaking in the sink or rinsed out and placed in the dishwasher and it bugs me.

Or, it bugs me when I find a pile of clean laundry from the dryer on the floor because a special t-shirt was in there some place. Best to empty out all the contents.

Or, It bugs me when I’m scared out of my wits when someone unintentionally startles me out of thought.  “S*&^!!!”  And the reply is, “Do that again!” from giggling Hubby. We kind of have this agreement to announce our presence so we/I don’t get wigged out.  I know, I’ve watched too many horror flicks!

So, one Saturday afternoon, I was left alone to do whatever I wanted and I kind of got a silly idea in my head.  I started snacking on a few chips and thought, I’m going to razz Hubby…. It bugs him when someone leaves a bag of chips open, even for a few minutes.  “The chips go STALE!”  Worse, he’s brain-washed his kids to think the same thing!

I try to tell him, “I’m grazing!  I can’t seal them up after each chip!  RIDICULOUS!”  Maybe the bag is left open longer than a minute, five minutes, twenty four hours…I lose track after a few chips.

My text message:

FUNNY! And oh so satisfying.